i have no idea what this means
Heres my story of the day---
There I was, in this silly-head creative writing MG. I had my lunch out on a desk...and i looked at it...and i got to thinking:
"WOW, annie, people really think your a dumbass." she thought to herself. "You say really stupid things, and you care wayyy too much about your looks, and you shop nonstop (**rhymes**), and you have this mad-crazy sense of humor, and you giggle a hella lot. And you say 'hella'. I mean, no one takes you seriously."
Sighing, she looked down at her casually bitten nails. Imperfect..tsk, tsk tsk.
"I say things and i hear myself and, holy shit, what was that? I really come across as a ditz. Thats rough," she sighed,"because I really am not. Im very smart. I have a lot of thoughts and i write things that might make you say, 'for rizzle? that ditzy girl wrote that? Why, yes, yes she did. But I can't exactly change people's perceptions of me. If they want to think im an idiot, so be it." Reluctantly, she tossed this conclusion back and forth in her mind.
"On second thought," she went back to the nagging subject, "its not true. As long as I know it, either other people will only base what they think of me on first impressions, or they'll get to know me on a different level and *BAM*, i'll 'hit em' with my smarts' as certain idols of mine said in certain movies." Smiling slightly to herself, the girl pondered this last addition in her brain carefully.
"Might not be such a bad thing. 007 meets Betty Boop. roar." that was really what she thought. . .roar. weird huh?
THE END
So what is the moral of this little story? The central theme? Why that would be, "excepting the role". Finding out people's perceptions of you and accepting them, even if you don't like them, because the truth is, if you can't change those perceptions and show people who you truly are, they weren't worth getting to know in the first place. So some mental closure for me...lets stop picking ourselves apart. We do a lot of wrong things, a lot of things we aren't proud of. Its time we move on and focus on not focusing. If your the ditz or the nerd or the worry-wart (of which, i might be all 3), let it go man. Just make sure you show people whats real, even if they can't see it at first.
So yes, thats me, the girl in the corner over-doing her homework...and nursing a diet-pepsi in her freshly-manicured hands.
YAY FOR STREAM OF CONCIOUSNESS
There I was, in this silly-head creative writing MG. I had my lunch out on a desk...and i looked at it...and i got to thinking:
"WOW, annie, people really think your a dumbass." she thought to herself. "You say really stupid things, and you care wayyy too much about your looks, and you shop nonstop (**rhymes**), and you have this mad-crazy sense of humor, and you giggle a hella lot. And you say 'hella'. I mean, no one takes you seriously."
Sighing, she looked down at her casually bitten nails. Imperfect..tsk, tsk tsk.
"I say things and i hear myself and, holy shit, what was that? I really come across as a ditz. Thats rough," she sighed,"because I really am not. Im very smart. I have a lot of thoughts and i write things that might make you say, 'for rizzle? that ditzy girl wrote that? Why, yes, yes she did. But I can't exactly change people's perceptions of me. If they want to think im an idiot, so be it." Reluctantly, she tossed this conclusion back and forth in her mind.
"On second thought," she went back to the nagging subject, "its not true. As long as I know it, either other people will only base what they think of me on first impressions, or they'll get to know me on a different level and *BAM*, i'll 'hit em' with my smarts' as certain idols of mine said in certain movies." Smiling slightly to herself, the girl pondered this last addition in her brain carefully.
"Might not be such a bad thing. 007 meets Betty Boop. roar." that was really what she thought. . .roar. weird huh?
THE END
So what is the moral of this little story? The central theme? Why that would be, "excepting the role". Finding out people's perceptions of you and accepting them, even if you don't like them, because the truth is, if you can't change those perceptions and show people who you truly are, they weren't worth getting to know in the first place. So some mental closure for me...lets stop picking ourselves apart. We do a lot of wrong things, a lot of things we aren't proud of. Its time we move on and focus on not focusing. If your the ditz or the nerd or the worry-wart (of which, i might be all 3), let it go man. Just make sure you show people whats real, even if they can't see it at first.
So yes, thats me, the girl in the corner over-doing her homework...and nursing a diet-pepsi in her freshly-manicured hands.
YAY FOR STREAM OF CONCIOUSNESS